I'm a tortoise shelled, yelling numbers
Fish and patch the mouth, fueling slumbers
Fleeting fields of corn, never eating
Friendship lonesome sun, always greeting
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
Eight arms up cursing you sky
Clear are the needs
Give them to me
Haven't we gills yet?
Give me an ocean to breath
Give them to me
Only the ships which
Travel the seas that they wish
Never resist
Hold in my hand
Two different directions of bliss
Strangling this
Wondered into fruitless knowing
I'm just anchored to the hurt you're towing
All the water rushed my rowing
As we plug the seams to stop the bowing
Eight arms not another showing
I've been silenced by the rhythms going
There's a thousand words I'm owiing
Let the water rise as we are growing
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
Frayed hold
I'm afraid to hold
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